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that morning’s incident left a rather huge gash on kiyoung’s pride.
to be fair, he couldn’t exactly control his own reflexes when it comes to the things he fear. how is he supposed to remember that the agency had put a couple of cameras everywhere for the competition when he’s too busy trying to hold back his bladder? as much as he’d like to get over that embarrassing fear of his, it’s simply rooted deeply in his being.
well, at least he managed to reach the training room safely... he shouldn’t have to worry about meeting another of those ghosts, right?
wrong.
in a hindsight, it was definitely his own fault for drinking too much before practice started. drinking water is said to calm people down after a distressing or traumatic event but kiyoung might have overdid it a little by two bottles. not to mention how cold the air conditioning in the training room can be... now he’s just suffering by his own two hands.
kiyoung gazes around the room. is there anyone he can ask to accompany him to the bathroom? maybe a familiar face--at least someone he’s comfortable with enough with this secret, in case something happens again on the way there and he comes up with another poor reaction--
ah, ezra. perfect.
he makes a beeline towards the spot where ezra is standing at, grip too forceful and too invasive on the other boy’s sleeves. “hey, ezra. let’s go to the bathroom.”
